Chapter 17

(The Date)

(Simon pov)

I stood there, my blood boiling with rage as I witnessed him holding her and kissing her. Was I just a pawn in her game? Did she befriend me just to be able to have access to him and fancy places? Am I just a substitute to fulfill her sexual desires because she can't have him?

These thoughts consumed me, and I desperately wanted answers. Her eyes were filled with shock, and I realized that maybe I had arrived at the wrong time.

"Simon," she called out, her voice barely audible.

"I guess we meet again," I said, trying to compose myself.

"Hmm," was all she could say. If only she knew how utterly messed up I felt because of her. Maybe then, she wouldn't have thoughtlessly kissed another man.

"Hello, Mr. Sinclair," Gustavo, the man standing beside her, greeted me, extending his hand for a shake. As I reluctantly took his hand, a surge of anger coursed through me.

How long had they been involved? How intimately had he explored eve